Fear Of Abandonment (feat. J A K E)

My hands numb Cold, but we exist in the sun So we run from our past just to get what we want A dollar appeared on the ground, but you can grow it with love The sprinkled hate that lies adjacent, like the pigs in the mud I crept deep down in my soul to what's under the glove What's up Erratic temper, every other thing I say I f*ck up I don't want to start shit but you just teeing it up Like driver number one Don't want your sloppy seconds son My pen be sharp, watch your tongue Instrumental smooth like coca bud But, in the summertime reciprocate the lust I'm broke as f*ck, I wear the stainless steel because it don't rust If I ever need to hang myself the links will come in clutch I aim precision, pressing luck They really think that I'ma duck? Three years in the basement, the same thing, that's how you know it's stuck Keep a notebook and some bud Midi controller murmur me something Please just tell me how it was The evil lies just all around us like these molecules and such Losing touch on who I was Sparked, disembarked, that memories done Have a taste of our food for thought, with Beckett backing me up Yeah No ceilings, it's just love in the air Come on, get what you prepared I'm cheffing hot with open flair That's fire coming out your ears Been wanting this rap shit for years Made a promise to my Momma for every dollar of my fears We was washing down the after taste with sour gummy bears Save the drama for your lama, I don't really fucking care I dimmed the light down low, so I couldn't even see the pen I put my record player on, resume the wax of special blends This gas siphoning, causing my lungs and my heart distress We all the product of this world that keeps turning like Rubik Squares I'm not just some type of audio chair To sit on at night when you scared Get your notebook, better come prepared I got rhyme books, but I don't want your green eggs and ham But, f*ck "Sam I am" This world been flipped around so many times, we on the go like Peter Pan I don't wanna give you a dap up, you better hide your hand Staying in my own lane, smoking in the basement